I've got to tell you about a strange, poor man.I met him at our concert, now he's a legend in our band.Claimed we had to sell him a T-shirt for one mark,I explained we really try to be as cheap as we canBut that didn't get through to that man.

Yeah, it is cool that you believe in me, but you have to understandWe're not Peter K., Emma, Gandhi and Marx reincarnated as a punkrockband.And even if we found our major enemyIn the core of this capital dynasty,

We're still a part of this goddamn money machine.Right after the show, strengthened with a bottle of wine,He said to me: "Diese T-shirt ist ja mein,You capitalistische schwein" !!

He grabbed an empty bottle of beerAnd aimed right at my head,I got scared and took shelter right behind my own ampAnd the glass swished above my head.

Yeah, it is cool that you believe in me, but you have to understandWe're not Peter K., Emma, Gandhi and Marx reincarnated as a punkrockband.And even if we found our major enemyIn the core of this capital dynasty,We're still a part of this goddamn money machine.

But it's so fucking hard to beThe perfect human that you demand of me,But I want everyone to know that we really try to practice what we preach,But I guess the reason for this fight is just your own bad conscious that bleeds.

Yeah, it is cool that you believe in me, but you have to understandWe're not Peter K., Emma, Gandhi and Marx reincarnated as a punkrockband.And even if we found our major enemyIn the core of this capital dynasty,We're still a part of this goddamn money machine.

Oh baby, now I see that from what that man did to me,I could surely have made the funniest song that the world's ever seen.But still now when I've found I'm the worst storyteller around,I will keep up my reading, I will keep my pen bleeding 'til everybody's free.